#so i wrote this in 15 minutes

[chronicowboy]

His breakup with Marisol is about as unremarkable as the rest of their relationship. There's no catastrophic muffin mess in his kitchen or divorce papers. Just a quiet I don't think this is working out, I'm sorry. Marisol hadn't even cried. She'd just nodded like she'd been waiting for it and left, didn't even need to grab anything from the house before she went and really that just reassured Eddie that this was the right choice.

So, his breakup with Marisol is unremarkable, except that it's not. It's pretty fucking remarkable when he thinks about it because it's not just that they weren't working out, not just that he really didn't care about spending time with her, not just the clench in his gut every time she touched him. No. It's pretty fucking remarkable because he realises he's in love with his best friend.

That's what pushes him over the edge, gives him the last kick he needs to actually break things off with her. Because Eddie may have sworn himself to secrecy about it the moment he realised, but he could never string someone along just because he couldn't have the real someone he wanted.

It's a fucking revelation once he has it. Not a ton of bricks, but the sun peeking out from behind the clouds on the greyest of days, bright and blinding. And the way Eddie has always thought of Buck in terms of sunshine maybe should have tipped him off sooner, but with the way Buck has been beaming over the past few weeks. Well. Eddie doesn't really think he can be blamed for only just taking his sunglasses off and daring to look directly at the light.

And, okay, so Eddie maybe makes it a full week before he decides his self-sworn secrecy absolutely is not a viable option when Buck walks through life now like a drop of sunshine in human form. It's after Buck leaves the Diaz house, walking out from a day of giggles and joy at the go-kart track they'd finally managed to convince Chris to be seen with them at, leaving behind a cosy heat like sun-warmed skin, that Eddie realises he cannot go another day without telling Buck that he's desperately, deeply in love with him.

And so, that's how Eddie finds himself at Buck's door on a random Sunday morning, knocking for the first time since Natalia waltzed out of the picture. Buck opens it a few moments later looking perfectly sleep-rumpled and soft and downright golden where he's backlit by the early morning sunlight pooling in the loft.

"Eddie," Buck breathes out, eyes darting up the stairs before refocusing on Eddie and what must be the most hopelessly lovesick expression painted across his face. "H-hey, what are you doing here?"

"I, um." Eddie takes a deep breath, suddenly nervous, and wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. "I wanted to talk to you about something. Now a good time?" And Buck must hear the slightly shaky steel in his voice because the surprise on his face morphs into a concern so quintessentially Buck that Eddie just wants to kiss it away.

"Y-yeah, of course, come on in." Buck holds the door open for him, and Eddie migrates to the fridge as Buck closes the door with the gentlest touch. "So, um, what's up?"

"I..." Eddie swallows against the heart in his throat, loses himself in the shining blue of Buck's eyes like an ocean he'd be more than happy to drown in. "I broke up with Marisol last week."

"Oh, Eddie." Buck slumps, and Eddie tries not to think that it looks a little like relief. "I'm so sorry, man. That sucks."

"No, no." Eddie waves him off with a laugh. "It's good. Was a long time coming actually." He shakes his head at himself. "I think I was dating her just to tick a box, you know? Realised you probably shouldn't be more excited about a phone call from your new buddy than one from your kinda long-term girlfriend. You definitely shouldn't be relieved when you see your best friend in the restaurant you're taking her to and disappointed when you realise he's just leaving."

And then, Buck blushes, ducks his head, does that little smile that could light up every house on South Bedford Street just like Eddie had been hoping for.

"Yeah." Buck looks up at him from under his lashes. "Probably not."

It bolsters Eddie. Buck's sunshine giving him that one last push he needs.

"There was something else I wanted to say," Eddie starts. And there isn't really any fear in him, knows they'll make it through this no matter what, just an overwhelming sense of peace to come. "I..." A deep breath, gathering all his love and devotion in his lungs so it's ready to pour out on his next inhale and—

A groan from upstairs has the words dying in his throat. A masculine groan. And then:

"Evan?"

"D-down here," Buck calls back.

Eddie can't take his eyes off the loft, stuck there like a car crash he can't look away from as a very shirtless Tommy Kinard appears at the top of the stairs and quickly blanches.

"Shit. Um..." He looks down at Buck in a panic.

Eddie finally manages to drag his eyes away from the very chiselled curveball that just hit him at a hundred miles per hour and finds Buck's face. Small, scared, shaken. He knows the feeling. And because he loves Buck, because of just how deeply he loves Buck, it's the easiest thing in the world to lock that love away and let his face crack into the most genuine of grins. Because if Tommy's been the thing making Buck shine like every fucking star in the sky, well Eddie will absolutely not be getting between them.

"You've been so happy," Eddie chokes out, still smiling.

"I have," Buck whispers.

"And I'm so happy for you." Eddie covers the distance between them in three long strides and pulls Buck into a hug so tight and clinging he's sure it's a confession in and of itself, but Buck only buries in deeper, taking shaky little breaths in the crook of Eddie's neck.

"Thank you," Buck murmurs into his skin. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut against the sudden rush of tears.

"Sorry you didn't get to tell me on your own terms," he murmurs back, letting Buck pull away, but lingering with a hand on his hip, on his shoulder. He should maybe be worried about what this could look like to Tommy who had basically never heard anything apart from rambles about Buck, except when he glances up the stairs, Tommy is nowhere to be seen.

"I was going to tell you," Buck rushes out. "I-I just wasn't sure how."

"That's okay," Eddie says. It's okay. It's okay. "Well, I'll stop gate-crashing for the... Second time?" He raises an eyebrow, and Buck flushes a pink Eddie will never ever get to taste. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense." He remembers the pure fear on Buck's face, the indecision on Tommy's and the sudden tightening of his own chest despite his smile. "I'll leave you guys to it." He clears his throat. "Kinard, if you hurt him, they'll never find your body," he shouts up the stairs.

"Copy that, Diaz," Tommy shouts back.

"I'm really proud of you, Buck." Eddie wraps him in another hug then, a quick thing, just one last touch before Eddie seals every desire away for good.

"Thanks, Eddie." Buck walks him to the door, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and Eddie wants to hug him again. Wants so badly it hurts. But if he hugs Buck again, he doesn't think he'll ever let go. "See you at work tomorrow."

"See you at work." Eddie prays Buck is too distracted to hear the wobble in his voice.

"Wait, sorry, what did you want to talk about?"

Eddie freezes on the threshold, the stutter of his heart painful like he's back in a suit store, and he catches himself on the doorframe with a shaking hand.

"It can wait."

[selarina]

AU where Gojo Satoru and you have been co-parenting Megumi and Tsumiki for 2 years now.

Warnings: fluff, reader wears a dress, questionable parenting, protective Megumi Fushiguro, pre-canon

It's a normal evening, Satoru is up, he walks into the living room and his gaze is drawn to the little brat whose gaze is fixed on the television screen — face blank. He knew getting cable was a wrong idea, but he relented once you insisted.

It's a normal evening but suddenly you walk in with your fingers rummaging through your purse's depths, donning a deep blue dress, a stark contrast to your usual muted clothing choices.

Satoru remained uncharacteristically silent, not knowing which question he could start with.

"Why are you dressed up?" A voice pierced the air, and he supposes the little brat who's walking up to you, posed a better question than anything that would have come out of his own mouth.

"I... " You faltered momentarily in your purse-rifling, and a few seconds pass before your attention finally shifts to the boy when you finally seemed to locate your phone.

"I have a date," your lips revealed, a smile tugging at the corners, like you were half-shy about it, half-eager too but Satoru would rather not delve into that.

"He should be here soon. How do I look?" You direct your question into the room when no one says anything.

Gojo has a barrage of jokes and insults dancing at the tip of his tongue, something that he knows you will think about on your ride to the restaurant or whoever this date of yours will be taking you, but alas, he is a simple man sometimes. "You look good," he responds.

Your gaze veered from the little one, traversing to lock onto Satoru. Your head tilted slightly, a bit amused, but mostly confused as though you didn't hear him clearly.

Satoru swallows, "Like a smurf," he adds.

At that, your eyes narrow as you stare at him as you most often do - studying him like he's a bizarre scrunkly-looking creature you'd relish dissecting.

He dons a cocksure smile after that, striding animatedly towards the couch as he casually chimed, "Good luck on your date."

You turn your attention to the little boy who will at least be earnest in his thoughts, "What do you think, Megumi?"

His response is swift. "You look pretty," he says, plainly, like it's a matter of fact.

A genuine smile stretches across your lips, and you have to suppress the impulse to pinch his cheeks – a gesture you've come to learn he's not particularly fond of. Instead, you strode forward as your fingers grazed against his raven locks in a silent acknowledgment of his words.

The doorbell tolled, its chime resonating and cutting through the moment as you found your footsteps receding from the living room and towards the door.

In your absence, Satoru could hear the shuffling and the muted exchanges, before they became clearer as the two of you seemed to walk into the living room.

"I'll just get my scarf. You can wait in the living room," you say as he watches you rush to your room.

Satoru's head inclined subtly, affording him a glimpse of the man who just walked in. His gaze remains on the man for a second before they shift back to the screen ahead of him.

A woman gets shot, and another man gets stabbed seemingly to death. Wow, that was 7 proper stabs. What has Megumi, the 9-year-old, been watching?

Megumi remained where he stood since you left to greet your date, he has been silently appraising the man ever since he walked into the living room.

"Hi," the man greets him, a smile that seemed to stretch up to the bottom of his eyes.

"What are your intentions?" Megumi's inquiry came out like a dagger.

"Uhm, I... " The man faltered, and Megumi decided that the hesitation got him some negative points.

"Well, um, good intentions. I promise," the man attempts under the little boy's growing hardening gaze.

But the moment washes over the man quickly when he watches you walk out of your room, pulling a cream-colored scarf snug from around your shoulders.

An apologetic smile graced your lips, "Sorry about that."

"No," the man clears his throat, his eyes still not leaving Megumi's gaze. Honestly, he was too scared to. "No worries," he managed.

You take in the scene, before you try carefully, "Okay, we'll get going."

Swift as a shadow, Megumi is quickly at your side, his small hand reaching up to tug at the fabric of your dress.

This was something he did quite often, upon your own request. Something about how some words are meant only for each other, and when that's the case you promised to lean down and hear him out.

Honestly, Megumi figures it has something to do with that one time he said something maybe a bit rude to a lady that was looking at you dirty for some reason. He could still feel the weight of the other people's stares as you had to talk down the lady – malevolent arrows flung from a stranger's bow, aimed squarely at you.

He couldn't understand it entirely but he didn't like how you looked after that incident and he has been following this ritual ever since. Tugging at your pants, and your skirts alike.

You seated yourself, careful so you don't flash your date too early into the night.

You meet his eyes, as he speaks, "Don't go."

The query hung in the air. And surprise danced upon the strings of your expression. That's odd, you can't help but think. Megumi's always been independent, letting you live your separate life as your own, but this is certainly new.

"I don't like him," he adds his confession.

"I could like him," is all you could say.

"You could?" He turns, doing one over on the guy who at this point is on his phone scrolling through something. Could be a settings app for all you know, but you appreciate the privacy he created.

"Maybe, I just want to know him."

"What if he attacks you or something?"

"Do you not think I'm strong?"

"You're the strongest person I know," his response comes out immediately to affirm you.

You stare at him, a bit surprised but a smile graces your lips. You'll take it.

"After him," he nudges his arm, gesturing to the man sitting on the couch, and you frown. You'll take it regardless.

"Alright, then do you not think I'll be fine?"

Megumi's frown deepens. "Fine," he concedes

"Okay, I'll bring you some dessert." You gently ruffle his hair, before you stand up.

You're long gone, saying your goodbyes one last time to Satoru’s rummaging through the kitchen cupboards, as Megumi watches the TV play.

Satoru plops himself next to Megumi, making him bounce on the couch just a little before he nudges him as he holds out a packet of cookies.

“You’re not supposed to give me that,” Megumi answers, choosing to side-eye the packet, his eyes keenly trying to focus on the scene in front of him.

“Says who?” He barely hears Satoru’s munched-up words.

Megumi doesn’t answer, still staring at the TV. He does want a cookie, if he’s being honest and he figures if someone’s getting in trouble with you later — it’s going to be the man next to him.

So, he reaches out, stretching out his hand to grab a cookie. He takes a small bite, chewing as he turns his head. He sees the man next to him plop two cookies into his mouth with ease. It annoys him how two whole cookies go into his mouth — all in one go, while the span of one cookie is just so larger than his whole hand.

Megumi swallows before he speaks up, "I spoke to him.” Satoru merely hums in response so he continues, “I scared the shit out of him. He’ll be good."

Megumi reaches over, taking another cookie.

Honestly, Satoru wasn't overly concerned, knowing more than anyone that you could handle such situations on your own. While he could only wish that you didn't have to deal with inconveniences, he had confidence in your safety.

But as Megumi's words start to linger and stain in his head, similar to the blood splatters on the TV, he simply took another sip from his cup before an inevitable smile etches itself onto his face.

[atomicami]

currently suffering from a bfm abby brainrot…minors DNI

thinking about boyfriend’s mom!abby being woken up in the middle of the night by you, her eyes blinking open to see you standing by her side like a lost puppy.

“hey sweetheart, what’s the matter?” she whispers to you with a bit of concern.

“i-i um, i can’t sleep, ms. anderson…” you whisper back to her.

despite how dark it was, abby could visibly see that you were rubbing your thighs together, and she instantly got the message.

“come sit by me, sweetheart…i know how to help you get to sleep.”

and that’s how you got there, sitting in the bed of your boyfriend’s mother, fully naked and exposed against her chest with two of her fingers buried inside your wet cunt.

“listen to that pussy, sweetheart…does my son ever get you this worked up?” she asks, to which you shake your head no in response.

“my poor girl…looks like you really need to be taken care of, don’t you?”

the only sounds that were filling her room right now were your whines and the vulgar squelches of your pussy. you try your best to keep quiet and not wake your boyfriend up, but its hard to resist yourself with how abby��s fingers are hitting all of the right places inside you.

you accidentally let out a loud moan, and abby quickly covers your mouth from behind. “you have you be quiet for me now, princess…we don’t wanna wake andrew up now, do we?”

it didn’t even take 5 minutes for abby to get you to you reach your peak, your pussy instantly gushing and creaming onto her thick fingers as you cum with a muffled moan. abby then brings her hand from your mouth to your thigh, gently soothing it as she slowly pulls her fingers out of your cunt. she watches you from behind as your breathing becomes more shallow, and within seconds, you were fast asleep in her arms.

looks like you now have the perfect solution for your sleeping troubles.

[little-bumblebeeee]

Quick Steddie blurb ♡

Years after Vecna, when scars have healed and people have moved far and wide, Steve goes and visits Eddie. It's not the first time, not even close. Between acting like Dustin was their child and passing him off to each other like two divorced parents on each other's weekends and just wanting to talk again, they've actually gotten close. Eddie is the second person Steve calls when something happens, sometimes the first - only because he and Robin are roommates in their small apartment together, if they weren't Eddie would still be the second.

Steve's just cooking for his best guy friend that he may or may not be in love with, right? Nothing strange that Eddie is hiding, right? Wrong. Out of nowhere, Steve hears a meow and something - he assumes a cat - comes hurtling full force at his head, knocking him back slightly and digging its tiny claws into his forehead. "Shit- Eddie what the fuck!?" Steve shouts, flailing like a maniac to get the small cat off his head. "Ozzy, no! Bad!" Eddie says, picking up the cat by under its front two arms.

"Did you just throw a cat at my head!?" Steve says, wiping the tiny droplet of blood off of his forehead that bloomed there. Steve glares at the tiny culprit who Eddie is...cuddling. And cooing to.

"Tha's a bad boyy. You hurt the Stevie" Eddie whispers in between kisses to the Ozzy's soft forehead. "No, I didn't throw my cat at you. He just likes to climb and you're very climbable. He probably just jumped off the fridge" Eddie says, barely even looking up to see Steve's bewilderment. Steve shakes his head and returns to the food before it burns. "I'm in love with that." Steve whispers under his breath with a huff. Though he's sure he only thinks it, Eddie's head perks up.

"Aw, see Ozzy, he loves you even when you gave him a fourth concussion!" Eddie says, smiling widely. Steve, who had frozen up the second Eddie spoke, unclenches every muscle. "Yeah. Yep. Mhm." He says quickly. A little too quickly. But Eddie doesn't say anything more.

Eddie finally sets the poor Ozzy free and slinks up behind Steve, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as if they do this every day. "I know you meant me, sunshine" Eddie teases before snatching up some of the food and bolting, leaving Steve absolutely dumbfounded.

[uravitypng]

katsuki didn't quite get it at first when you explained sensory overload to him, because how can you be really close friends with him who is notoriously loud, or how you yourself can be just as loud from time to time. it took some explaining but he understood it. you were together one day eating out a lunch when everything got too much and you got sensory overload, katsuki didn't know what to do but he made a promise to himself that he'll do his best to make sure it doesn't happen while he's around. so he researches how to help.

most of the time you'll be at his, relaxing and chilling together. his neighbours are too loud and the street is too busy however so sometimes it starts to get a bit much. it was rather a shock when katsuki pulled out ear defenders and placed them over your head, you were clearly confused but he acted like nothing happened. when asked about it he told you that he just had some lying around, you knew that definitely wasn't the case and it warms your heart to know that he brought them specifically for you, even if he denies it. it warms your heart that he always notices and places them over your head. it warms your heart to know that he has an extra one kept in his bag.

[formosusiniquis]

Modern au Eddie gets brought in to do a special dm/dnd episode of um actually with Brennan and Matt. Steve is there behind the scenes because they don't go anywhere without each other and he also wants to meet Emily -- he likes her chaotic player energy, one guess to why. He's hanging in the back of the studio quietly watching production, just hanging out and watching Eddie banter with people who are as obsessed with his thing as him and can match his intensity even if it's at different energy tones. Eddie and Brennan would be an unstoppable force and unmovable object I can just tell.

A question comes up about 1e or something, they deliberately made the questions strange and finicky cause they knew who they were having on and really the show isn't people getting answers if you wanted that you'd watch jeopardy. The show is nerds getting pissed and argumentative about the things they like. No one gets the answer, though they go to the fact checker booth a couple times over it. No one gets it except for Steve, who has listened to every loved one he has talk about this game for the last forever. Steve who has adhd/autism brain and it holds onto strange factoids and weird snippets of longer conversations that he has forgotten. Things like Erica and Dustin arguing about the validity of gender limiters on player stats. The cast have already danced around the answer, and the set has been so relaxed and lively he doesn't stop to think about why he shouldn't call out from behind the camera "um, actually." Cause they can always cut him out, he isn't even mic'd.

He does immediately regret speaking up. Not because he isn't right. He always knew he was right. But Steve learned a long time ago that him being right isn't always worth the scene that it then causes. Like now, Eddie is perched on the furniture like a gargoyle on a church roof, "I get that point right? That's my husband, what's his is mine." They'll never get invited anywhere ever again.

So he is surprised when the email arrives in his influencer inbox; but politely turns down the invitation to play in the next season of Dimension 20. And not just because Eddie is seething next to him when he gets the invitation.

[vampykween]

more vampire!price because it has taken over my brain vampire!price x f!reader nsfw mdni

also nic @ghostlywhiskey has turned me into a price girl so now you all must suffer hehe

you live in a manor larger than life with endless room to explore and things to occupy yourself with but nothing will fare as well as being with your boys. Simon is unfortunately holing himself up in his room and you very well not to mess with him when he’s in a mood. John isn’t once to turn you down - you’re his little bunny after all, so you trot happily towards his office. He’s working on something, you’ll never know what, he says pets shouldn’t worry their little heads about those kinds of things.

he’s effortlessly in tune with your every whim because when you turn the ornate knob of his heavy wooden office door, he’s got his chair spun around to face you - cigar in one hand and his other slowly stroking over his cock.

“come here pet, i’ve got a treat for you.”

you’re never one to disobey so you make your way towards him and kneel down at his feet like the good pet you are. he hums his praise and orders you to open wide and in one fell swoop your mouth his full of his hard, velvety length.

“be still and keep my cock nice and wet while i work. if you’re a good little bunny, i’ll reward you after. maybe fuck your tight throat and then cum on your pretty face, hmm.”

you’re trying your hardest to stay put and not squirm, but his words has you dripping and needing to squeeze your thighs tightly to get some sort of release. you mentally chide yourself, you can be good. you will be good, because there’s nothing you love more than pleasing your lover.

[sexynetra]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

Remembered my beloved @thecollectionsof wrote the worlds best hanahaki fic and remembered that I've wanted to write one since they published that masterpiece............ and here we are

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Marcia brushed past her into the lobby before twirling on her heels to face Anetra again, brown eyes glimmering like topaz under the dim fluorescent lights. “Picture Beyoncé. Then picture Megan Thee Stallion. Then combine those images. This woman was like–a hundred times hotter than that.” Marcia was gesticulating wildly with her free hand as she spoke. Normally, Anetra would find her dramatics endearing, would be teasing her for being incapable of speaking without her whole body getting involved. Instead, she felt frozen, the glimmer in her stomach suddenly starting to feel a lot more insidious.

“That feels sacrilegious to say,” Anetra spoke after a moment, trying to recover.

[redriotinggg]

Straw Hats reunion on Sabaody except SanUso are a couple and Sanji came back as a transwoman (shoutout Iva!). [read on ao3]

Usopp sees Sanji and his heart stops beating. He had imagined a million ways their reunion might go, and this was one of them, but he never thought it would ever become a reality. It's Sanji, beautiful as ever. The same but so different. Usopp looks at Sanji and is mesmerized by her shiny, long blonde hair as it cascades over her shoulders. He's enchanted by her artful makeup and the way her goatee has filled out, now complimented by some hair on her upper lip. Those lips, so full and tinted with a rouge gloss that stains the cigarette clenched between her teeth. She's got on a suit just like usual and her legs are long like usual but now she's got curvy hips and--Usopp chokes--boobs!! Sanji is so beautiful and looks so happy and Usopp cannot contain his joy or lust upon seeing her exist as her true self.

Speaking of lust, Sanji absolutely loses it when she sees Usopp. She's overwhelmed by the way Usopp is looking at her. She hadn't expected disgust from her boyfriend because he is sunshine incarnate and knew she was trans before she'd admit it to herself. But to have him look at her with such obvious pride drives her crazy. If that wasn't enough, she has to deal with the fact that the past two years have been extremely kind to Usopp. Her boyfriend is fucking hot now. He was adorable before, but now he is sexy, with his biceps and pecs and abs and back and smile and confidence and-

Sanji wakes up with a groan, squinting against the harsh sunlight. Warmth floods her chest at the sound of a familiar chuckle.

"Well, nice to see you, too."

Sanji realizes she's now lying down on the grassy deck of the Sunny. She groans again, realizing that she probably passed out--possibly from blood loss. Someone has got their arms around her, holding her up. Not just anyone. It's the object of her affection and the reason for her current state.

Sanji closes her eyes, squeezing them tight. Her body shakes as Usopp laughs.

"Oh, not so nice to see me after all?"

"More like it's too nice. If I look at you I'll definitely pass out again," Sanji admits. A moment later, she takes a chance to peek anyway. She gets an eyeful of Usopp's thick, muscled chest and shuts them again. Nope, nope! She can't handle it. She rests her head on that chest, relishing the way her whole body moves with his as he laughs again. Her wraps his arms around her and she feels safe.

"Nice to know that that part of you hasn't changed," Usopp teases. The softness of his voice as he utters his next words has Sanji's heart beating wildly in her chest. "But so much of you has changed. And I'd love to see it. Will you let me?"

"You can look at me if my eyes are closed," Sanji tries to argue.

"Yeah, but it's not the same. Please, Sanji? For me? I've waited two long years to be with you again."

Damn it all. Damn, Usopp and his sweet words. Damn, Sanji for being so weak for Usopp and double damn the sniper for being unshamed to use that fact to his advantage. Sanji loves him so much.

Using all of her courage and finding all of her self-control, Sanji opens her eyes and finds Usopp's.

Usopp's eyes have the same joyful, curious sparkle they always have and Sanji blushes as they look at her with wonder and amazement. Usopp runs his hand over her hair oh-so-gently, appreciating its feel and length. Sanji still has half of her face hidden, but now, her long bangs fall over her right eye. She is perfect in every way and Usopp doesn't know what to do with all the love pent up to bursting from inside him.

He also doesn't know what to do about the embarrassment that fills him as Sanji sits up and gazes at him just as intently. Her hands run over all the muscles he worked hard to obtain during their time away. She twirls her fingers through his long, curly hair and brushes them over his soul patch. She smiles at him and he can do nothing but smile back.

"You're so beautiful," the lovers say in unison. They laugh together, and unable to wait any longer, they finally seal their reunion with a kiss.

"Get a room!" Zoro and Nami yell from the sidelines. The navigator scoffs and the swordsman rolls his eye when they're met with two middle fingers courtesy of the couple still engaged in a lip lock.

They'll let it slide this time. It's a celebration, after all.

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

Opposite of an Intellectual

“The opposite of an intellectual… you really think you could do that, Caffrey?” Jones asked, reading through the cover description.

“Do what?” Neal responded, blinking at them in confusion. Instead of the overly innocent smile that would usually accompany a question like that from Neal, his face was just blank curiosity. It seemed that for once the con man wasn’t messing with them; he just hadn’t been paying attention. 

“Be the opposite of an intellectual,” Diana repeated for him with an incredulous chuckle. 

Neal’s brows furrowed lightly in confusion. ‘What’s an… intellectual?” he asked, seeming to struggle to recall the word. 

Diana scrutinized him, but despite all the years she had spent working with Neal Caffrey, she couldn’t find a single tell that he was lying. By all appearances, Neal Caffrey genuinely did not know the word ‘intellectual.’

“On second thought, that’s kinda scary,” Jones decided, taking an unconscious step backwards. “Please stop.” 

Neal finally broke, giving them a devious grin and a theatrical bow. Diana had to admit, seeing firsthand how convincingly Neal could become someone diametrically opposed to his actual self was a bit terrifying. The short demonstration had left her heart pounding and breathing slightly shallow. 

“Remember this the next time you doubt me,” Neal warned cheerfully, winking at them before sauntering away. Diana and Jones looked at each other once he was gone.

“That was scary, right?” Jones asked.

“Yeah,” Diana confirmed, “that was definitely scary.” 

Then an idea hit her. “I wanna see Peter’s reaction!”

[innytoes]

Dark fantasy AU?

-In hindsight, as he's being chased through the forest, hunted by mythical creatures is not where Reggie thought he'd end up when his folks told him they were moving to Los Angeles. Honestly, considering how he used to roam the woods and fields near his Meemaw's farm, the fact that he'd stumbled into a fairy circle near the beach was almost insulting.

-It's not even that he manages to outrun them. It's that one night (he thinks it's night, though time moves differently here and light and dark are all tangled up and is the purple haze of the sky supposed to be dusk or dawn or just a dark stop of the forest?) he'd decided to just... give up.

He couldn't remember how long he'd been running, running from the pounding of hooves and the yapping of dogs that did not look anything like what a dog should look like. He couldn't remember a time where he wasn't hungry, or thirsty, or tired, but something inside of him just kept making him run and run and run

-But he'd had enough. So he just sat down, with his back towards the noise, and hoped they'll kill him quickly. And to comfort himself, he sang the lullaby his Meemaw used to sing when he was scared of the thunder.

-That's what saved him. One of the fae, Caleb, was so charmed by the song that instead of doing whatever it is they did with their prey, he bundled Reggie up and took him to his... castle. Dwelling. Domain.

-He was dressed in finery and made to sing as Caleb and the other fae danced and ate and did things that Reggie very much had not wanted to see, thank you very much. But eventually, they slept, and Reggie met... the other humans who were trapped here.

-Luke, a young boy who had run away from home to become a musician in 1875. He was distraught to hear Reggie tell him it was the nineties now. Even more distraught when Reggie clarified it was the 1990s.

-There was Alex, who had been cast out of his village for reasons he did not want to share, but that Reggie figured out pretty quickly when he saw the way he looked at Willie. He'd fallen asleep near a fairy circle, and the promises he'd been made had been so tempting, he'd said yes before he fully understood the deal.

-And then there was Willie. The boy who had been stolen from his parents, a changeling left in his place. Who had grown up here, a part of this world yet not really. Who did not know what the other boys meant when they talked about years, or America, or really the whole concept of 'family'.

-Luke's the one who tells them of their escape plan. Alex is worried they can't trust Reggie not to rat him out to Caleb, and Reggie is like: um excuse me I was just hunted for sport for who knows how long you think I wanna help that guy?

-But before he can Willie just tilts his head and says: his heart is pure.

-Which is very sweet but also a little creepy.

-Anyway, they do manage to escape Caleb's clutches somehow, and end up back in the human world.

-Being yeeted out of a little ring of mushrooms in the soil of a plant Ray overwatered in the big plant wall of the Molina studio was not particularly pleasant, okay. Considering a real human should not be able to fit through that. But Willie explained that as soon as a fairy portal grew, it was only a manner of time that the fairies would notice it and stake it out to see what they could lure to their realm.

-Somehow, Luke and Alex get thrown clear across the room, Luke slamming against the door, Alex dropping onto the concrete floor.

-Reggie's not sure if him crashing against a pretty wooden piano is better or worse. The sound it made was definitely worse.

-Somehow, Willie ends up sitting crosslegged on the little piano bench, and he turns and quickly crushes up the mushrooms to destroy the portal.

-Julie, of course, is screaming, Alex and Luke and Reggie are screaming. Willie is trying to explain to Julie she over-watered her fern and pouts when she runs away.

-No they're not ghosts but they are changed and they all have weird powers. Luke nearly cries with joy that he can still summon his guitar. Alex is really not okay with this whole 'walking through walls' thing. Reggie is sad he cannot summon a puppy or a pizza.

-Willie can teleport short distances and is shocked to learn humans can't just do that? You have to walk everywhere? Or ride a horse. What's a car? What's roller skates? He needs to see one of these skateboad things immediately, let's summon the human girl back to ask for one. What can they trade for a skateboard?

-They're kind of freaked out at the whole 2020 thing, but hey, Reggie's like: at least it hasn't been a hundred years like when I told Luke about the 90s.

-Queue canon but it's even worse and more chaotic.

[littleladymab]

"Hey Mab why did you ask for a supercut of all the times Shin stared at Sabine with intense lesbianism and you just said 'for reasons'?"

This is the reason.

For @sabineweek, the alternate prompt for the 17th: Shin+Sabine. If the fight at the end of episode 7 went a bit differently.

available on AO3 here!

Also shoutouts to the bestie @laprismaluna who sent me several Shin edits on tiktok so I could speedrun the entirety of Shin's character arc

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Shin’s knees hit the ground hard, and her saber hilt scatters from her grip as she doubles over. For an instant, all she can hear is the roar of blood in her ears and the harsh grating of her breath in her lungs before it fades — replaced by the whispered promise of the two white blades framing her neck. 

Warning her from trying anything. 

She hears Sabine’s voice, a vibrant bolt of blaster fire piercing the static, and Shin lifts her chin enough that she can see the other woman from beneath Ahsoka’s elbow. 

Sabine’s eyes are trained on her, still gripping the hilt of Bridger’s lightsaber in one hand and her blaster in the other. Shin’s mouth splits into a grin that is all teeth. A warning of her own. Do it, she wants to say. I dare you. 

“Ahsoka,” Sabine says, and there’s the frayed edge of patience to the name. “Please.” 

The sabers retract and the look that the Togruta levels at Shin isn’t the studied calmness she expects a Jedi would sport. There’s a riot of emotions in the Force coming from all three of them that wash across their faces as easily as breathing. Anger, frustration, regret, exhaustion. 

Worst of all: there’s understanding.

Not pity, which she would have spit back in their faces. She doesn’t need a Jedi’s pity. 

But the sound of the dropship’s engines drowns out any lingering chatter from the night trooper’s comms. They are taking off, and they are abandoning her, just like her master abandoned her, and Ahsoka looks at her with the understanding of someone left behind. 

Shin lunges. 

Not for her lightsaber; Bridger snatched that up and she doesn’t have the strength to rip it from his hands. Instead, she aims to tackle Ahsoka to the ground. Years of growing up scrapping in the streets before Baylan found her have honed her survival instincts to a weapon. The rage burns and burns in her until the kernel of her heart catches fire and she won’t stop clawing her way to freedom and power and— 

It’s not Ahsoka who catches her. It’s Sabine. 

The Mandalorian darts forward with more dexterity than possible, but Bridger’s smirk gives away his involvement. She catches Shin’s wrist to yank her arm off-course and twists to accommodate their momentum. 

In a tangle of legs and a grunt of surprise, Shin finds herself on her back, Sabine pinning her down, staring up at the cloudy sky as the dropship disappears from view. That kernel of her heart burns and her eyes burn and the scream in the back of her throat burns and she swallows it all down. 

She thrashes, still that girl on the streets, still struggling for survival and validation. She tastes blood in her mouth, feels the sharp burst of pain from her bitten tongue. Things that scream alive as a threat not a reminder. 

But Sabine is stronger than she looks, and Shin can’t feel the tether of the Force through her rage, so they remain on the ground. 

“Just—” Sabine’s hair is a spark of color in the otherwise dull, washed out landscape of Peridea. “Let us help you.” 

“Help me?” Shin rasps, uncertain if she wants to laugh or snarl at the offer. “Why would you help me?” 

I want to kill you, Shin almost says and grins at the flutter of anticipation in her stomach the thought gives her. I will be the one to kill you. 

“I don’t know if you know this about Jedi—” Sabine starts, but Shin doesn’t want to hear how the rest of that sentence ends. 

She knees Sabine in the gut and the other woman doubles over as the air is knocked out of her. 

Shin swings, wild and uncontrolled and can feel the catch of flint striking steel as the Force returns to her grasp. She curls her fingers around it, forming a fist, and this time she lunges at Sabine. 

Sabine rolls aside to dodge the first blow and blocks the second with her vambrace. Her fingers twitch, reaching for one of the triggers at her wrist, but Shin doesn’t give her the chance. 

She sees the hand move out of the corner of her eye and catches Sabine's forearm, wishing she could dig her nails into the soft skin beneath the metal armor. Beskar deflects a lightsaber’s blade and blaster bolts, but it won’t be enough to keep out Shin’s anger. She will squeeze and rend until there is nothing protecting the pulse and tendons. 

Until Sabine surprises her by hauling off and punching her hard in the jaw. 

Shin’s head snaps to the side with the force of the blow and it shocks her back into stillness. The howling anger in her head goes quiet, cowed into submission. Gingerly, she lifts a hand to touch the split lip and the silver of her gauntlet comes away bright red with her blood. 

“I thought the Jedi didn’t resort to such base tactics,” she comments dryly and spits a mouthful of blood into the dirt beside her. 

“Ezra taught me that—” Sabine starts, but Bridger immediately bleats in protest. 

“I did not teach you to punch people!” he says, sounding wounded by the insult to his character. He sounds like just a boy, whining like a child who didn’t get what he wanted. And this is supposed to be the powerful Jedi that everyone wants destroyed? This is supposed to be her ticket to power? 

Sabine sits back on her haunches, far enough away that Shin can’t easily strike at her, but not too far that she wouldn’t be able to react quickly if Shin tries to make a run for it. She rolls her eyes, but there’s a fondness there that makes a tiny, hungry part of Shin ache. “He taught me about how Jedi always see the best in people,” she explains, and the wry smile on her lips is for the man behind her — but Shin is the only one who can see it. “That everyone deserves a hand offered of peace.” 

There’s a beat, when Sabine’s dark eyes study Shin, looking for something beneath the wary hunch of her shoulders. 

And just when Shin thinks there is no possible way she could have found whatever it is, Sabine holds out a hand towards her. 

“Let us help you,” Sabine says, her voice low and gentle. A kindness offered, and it is so foreign and terrifying that Shin almost smacks the hand away and rejects it outright. 

“Why?” Shin repeats, because she still doesn’t understand. “What reason do you have to believe that I won’t kill you the moment your guard is lowered? That I won’t kill Ezra Bridger, who you fought so hard to protect?” 

Sabine glances over her shoulder at Bridger. Ahsoka has moved to stand back with him, and they talk in low voices that don’t make it across the distance to them. He’s toying with Shin’s lightsaber, studying the hilt and design, and she seethes at how casual he is with her weapon. Her life. 

As if he can sense her attention, Bridger looks up. His lips purse behind his beard, and he seems to debate something for a moment. 

He sets her lightsaber down on the rock beside him, and his hands retreat into the sleeves of his coat as he returns to his conversation with Ahsoka. 

When Shin turns back, Sabine is watching her. Her hair tousled from their fight and a smudge of a darkening bruise high up on one cheek. Her hand is still stretched out, palm up, inviting. 

After another long pause, Sabine sighs and she presses both hands to her knees so she can push herself upright. The door not quite slamming shut; a crack left open to the sliver of light beyond. “You don’t have to decide now. But you will still have to be our prisoner until you do decide.” 

“You mean until I decide to let you help me?” There’s something vulnerable in the question that Shin doesn’t like — the idea that she has to let these people help her, to see the weakest parts of her and still be there to support her. 

“Of course.” 

Shin gives her a once over. Bridger left her lightsaber aside, a clear invitation that she could take it and he wouldn’t stop her. 

It would be so easy, she thinks, to call it to her hand and feel that power thrum through her in the light of her orange blade. The howl of her anger and her kyber crystal in concert as they always are. 

She thinks of Baylan who stood and let her walk away. Your ambition, he said, like it wasn’t something he instilled in her. Your ambition, like it wasn’t something she thought they shared. Your ambition, like it was something he regretted. The fuel that kept her going.

She thinks of the dropships who took the troopers and left her behind, even after they had come when called to destroy Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger. The power she felt as she saw the plan come together crumbling just as quickly as they ignored her orders. They were never there for her. 

“We’re not Jedi,” Sabine says into the silence. “It’s not one or the other. You can be something more.” She turns her back on Shin to join Ahsoka and Bridger, and that sends the anger racing through her veins. 

Shin surges to her feet and all three immediately react. Bridger levels the stolen trooper blaster at her, sighting down it like a trained soldier. Ahsoka grips the hilts of her lightsabers, but doesn’t ignite them. 

Sabine simply goes still, hands out to either side of her and fingers splayed. 

It would be so easy to kill her. 

“Stop,” Shin says, though she doesn’t know who she is saying it to. “I’ll go. I’ll— I’ll think about it. But I’ll go with you.” The words tie up her tongue and are hard to get out, but somehow she manages it. 

Bridger heaves a sigh, more resigned than relieved, and Ahsoka frowns. But Sabine’s shoulders relax, and she tilts her head just enough to give Shin a small, tired smile. Smug, as if she’d known that would be the answer all along. 

A secret, just between them. 

[cloudcountry]

🔫 Your eel facts-- Hand em over!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OGM i love moray eels w/ my whole heart and soul they are so cute and squishy and toxic and slippery and mrphrmhpmrhmphrmpmprhmphrmphmrpmphrpmhpmrpmrhm

so the shrimp thing!!! ofc morays do eat shrimp, but they also have mutualistic relationships with them (example: the red rock shrimp. the shrimp rids to eel of parasites and the moray protects the shrimp. win win!)

(i had one of my quotev readers ask me what kind of shrimp i thought floyd saw mc as, and we both eventually came to the conclusion that they were just Shrimp since there's a bunch of different kinds of goldfish and riddle is just Goldfish.)

also yeah, the whole thing with jade and floyd both listing some form of octopus as their favorite food? that's not them being little shits (though part of it very well could be.) moray eels do eat octopi and they like it. they also have this behavior where they tie themselves in knots to gain leverage over their prey, so they can rip off chunks of flesh easier. think about how the hagfish feasts on whale falls and you'll have a pretty good idea of what i'm talking about.

they secrete mucus which comes from goblet cells, and that mucus protects them from scraping against the coral reefs they swim through and hurting themselves. !!! this mucus can be toxic !!!

morays have very poor eyesight but a good sense of smell, hence the two little antennae like thingys sticking out of their head

yeah, those are their nostrils. (also thats a california moray eel!! it has ridges on the roof of its mouth to help keep prey in place. plus moray mouths are just really cool because if they have a wacky pattern, chances are that pattern continues in their mouth!!)

speaking of prey!! they have a second set of jaws call the pharyngeal jaws. they're attached to muscles that act as rubber bands and can shoot the jaws forward to help pull prey down the moray's throat.

if you see a moray "yawning" or just showing off his silly shiny teeth, it's not a threat. that's how they breathe! they're pushing water over their gills with that opening and closing of the mouth motion.

they come in so many shapes

(dragon moray eel, a very colorful boy!!)

and sizes!!

(the banana moray eel, very small and adorable :C)

and some of them look so goofy and huggable

(the greyface moray!! isn't it the cutest???)

some of them might look a little scary...

(the fangtooth moray <3 they get a bad rep from what i've seen :(((( unfair.)

and some are just iconic!!

(the snowflake moray eel!! aka the millennial moray smh /lh)

IM GOING TO SPARE YOU

morays are truly beautiful and i swear we dont talk about them enough. thank you twst for plunging me into moray eel hell. it changed my life.

[torsamors]

why do people act like pete is the fob weirdo it’s literally patrick

[juliette-cai-enthusiast]

ttpd poetry week 1!!

Song: Castles Crumbling

Once upon a time

I was glittering and golden and pure

Once upon a time

I lived in a tower so high

I could almost swallow the sun

Once upon a time

Flowers sprung from the ground beneath my heels

And love and laughter sprung from the crowds that followed in my wake

Once upon a time

Once

Now I am tarnished and bloodied and bruised

Nobody’s princess

Nobody’s idol

Flames devour everything I held dear

As cruel words cut through the air like arrows

Pulsing like a drumbeat

Beaten onto my skin

Traitor, traitor, traitor

Tears blind me

My legs tremble

The very ground beneath my feet rejects me

Are my castles crumbling

Or is it just me?

@ttpdpoetryweek

[shiroselia]

Summary: Kafka bothers Silver Wolf while she's grinding her gacha games. Silver Wolf is mildly amused at best. Although it might not be that bad to be interrupted by your hot girlfriend with nice legs. Not always, at least. Rating: Teen and Up (No Archive Warnings Apply) Relationship + Characters: Kafka/Silver Wolf, Kafka, Silver Wolf (Herta and Blade get One (1) mention each) Word Count: 1 099

Hi, I heard none of you wanted me to write more Star Rail. I wrote more Star Rail. This one's for you, Lumi <3 (And me, very much also for me.)

I like to call this one the Kafka Has Thicc Thighs Propaganda.